Monday, 30 November 2009

Tinned mince


I'm a little bewildered as to why I'm blogging, seeing as I've published it nowhere that I am, and I think it's set on private.

Still, lets not pretend I have a busy life to attend to... I'm currently lieing in the horizontal position where I have been most of the day. Where did it go so wrong?!

Well, my room is a state. Basically to get out of bed, would mean to tidy this pit, and it's something that I fear I cannot do. Also, whilst at Uni I've turned into a cup-thief. I've not had the ability to get out of bed and tidy my room, but I have counted the cups I've collected. 16.

Ironically, I walked into the kitchen earlier and vented my frustration at the lack of cups. Maybe my next loan would be well spent on a personal cleaner?

So in an attempt to make sure this day is slightly productive at least, I'm considering attending the library with H later. As we've both been kicking back on Facebook- willing something to change, maybe the IC will persuade us that working is the way forward. Plus, if nothing else - our hot water is down and the IC has free showers. What's not to love? I'm still unsure on how to withdraw a book there, but getting clued up on how to use the hot water? I'm definitely willing to give it a shot.

Currently I'm cradling a tin of mince. Mince in a tin. Is this what I'm succumbing to? I'm overdrawn... but am I at tinned mince? I've read the reviews on Google, they're not pretty. But with pasta, how bad can it be? It must be edible, else they wouldn't have sold it. Although, a candle is edible, so I guess it says nothing for the taste.

Right. It's time to rise. I've left it long enough. The day started so well, how did it get to 5:30?

Clover x x x

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